Barista-humanist, to other barista-humanists: Dialing in the espresso machine together is the closest I’ll ever get to Los Alamos.
Overheard in the Campus Club Coffee Club
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SoCal to New Jersey: The Weather
A California native reflects on the cold and bleak of New Jersey winters.
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Leaves of Nass – Full Design
This week, the Nass considers Judaism, documents our living spaces, and separates fiction from fact.
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Jew-ish: A Brief Reflection on Identity
A Nass writer reflects on his complicated relationship to his Jewish identity.
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Song of My Studio
“Most days I whack my shinbone on the coffee table / When friends come over we drink whiskey and forget the rules of chess”
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A Mysterious De-Personing
“More than a few miles from home, I conclude this first sliver of college convinced of the notion that I’m more fiction than fact. Now more than ever, I feel like a character, and not a good one.”
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Portrait of a Stranger
“and the paint’s thin enough / to show silver peaking / and wildflowers that cut / deep into her sides”
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Someday I’ll Come Back to Peter Taylor
“Remember how lovely / Your dreams once were, filled with sandcastles / made from stolen buckets on a beach / Long since nationalized.”
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Oeuvre Reviews: Josh Malina in “View From The Top”
A Nass writer takes another dive into the work of her favorite B-list actor.
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Hypochondriac
“my fingernails scratch at you under / my hide, like hives or a rash or some / other disease.”